MY UNCLE - CROSSING THE LINE
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#firsttime #taboo #cheating #forbidden #uncle #non-consent #reluctance #bareback #breeding #rough
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This is a work of fantasy, and all erotic participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times.
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RELUCTANCE/NON-CONSENT
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After I had turned 18, I was finally invited to the yearly adult family gathering at my grandparents. Not as in adult things happening, but as in, I was finally considered no child anymore. I'm Amy by the way, student, and unsure what do do with my life.
Our family had two yearly family get togethers. One with all the children present, and one with adults only, so we enjoy our family's company in a bit more quiet setting, without the constant need for anyone to tend to the children.
Mom would always say that, no matter what, that one weekend per year with lots of peace and quiet was something she looked forward to, and no money in the world could make her miss it.
I really liked these regular "everyone there" parties, but I was also looking forward to spending time with them in that more quiet setting.
Also, my grandparents were getting old being 81 and 84 years old, mom had made me aware that she did not know how much time they had left as a family together. That any year now, could be the last as we know it.
The party was planned at a different house every year, with everyone taking turns and ensuring that everyone would be catered for. A lot of pampering would also happen. There was no real competition, but every year something extra would be done by the organizer. We would never know up-front what it would be. A little surprise for everyone. Something to guess about and anticipate every year.
This year, the party would be at my grandparents' house, and since I was invited for the first time, finally I would get to see the weekend's pampering surprise.
Last year at uncle Tim's and aunt Vivian's house, the surprise had been a champagne tower, with glasses stacked and champagne flowing from a little fountain at the top. Most got a bit too drunk, and it was agreed that any next surprise should probably not involve alcohol.
After two months it was finally time. My grandparents live a two hour drive away in the countryside. The last 45 minutes of the drive over, we would hardly see any houses or buildings. The last 10 minutes of the drive would not have paved roads.
I was also looking forward to seeing uncle Tim and aunt Viv again. Uncle Tim was 47 years old, and aunt Viv 44. I was very fond of them, especially him, as he would always be cheerful around me, be interested in how I was and whether I already had a boyfriend. Uncle Tim was always joking that if I needed practice kissing before getting involved with boyfriends, I could always call him. He and aunt Vi would always laugh when he said it and it was our "thing" so to speak.
We had left early and when we finally arrived at 10am, we seemed to be the first, as no other cars were to be seen. I had been over here many times, but the house and the gardens seemed in pristine shape. Grandma had always been keen on having the house in tip-top shape. "For the clients," she had always said. But everyone knew that it was more for herself.
Originally, the house was equipped with 2 bedrooms. Today it's a large house with 6 bedrooms. Gramps had sold his company many years ago, not needing to work anymore, but when he still had his company, the house would serve as office. Since then, 4 of the former office rooms had been remodeled and converted into bedrooms. So now their house was more like a large villa, with open plan kitchen and living, 3 bathrooms and a large basement. The basement had been converted partially into a game room and cinema, with padded walls for sound proofing, so the volume of any movie could be turned up quite a bit before anyone upstairs would notice.
My grandparents greeted us and pleasantries were exchanged. Grandpa said that grandma had bothered him so much for months, that finally he had given in and had a crew take care of the house and the gardens a few weeks before. I had never seen a house so nice, now that it looked as new.
We would be staying the night as alcohol would be involved and driving home would not be an option for most of the guests. We got our bags and went upstairs to put them in our rooms. As most of the family lived closer, most of them would return home instead of sleeping at our grandparents. Not all rooms were occupied, so I had my own room luckily. I chose the one farthest down the hall. In case I wanted to go to bed early, I would not be bothered so easily with my drunk family getting ready for bed and in the process of getting to their rooms, still being cheerful and so called "quiet" ;) Anyway, I am getting carried away.
As I passed the other doors, two of them had a ribbon across the door and a note "occupied for our surprise." Everyone knew where my grandparents slept, and which doors were their private bedrooms, so only two rooms left. My parents took the first bedroom when they saw me walking to the last one.
I put my toiletries in the ensuite bathroom that connected with another door to my grandparents' spare bedroom. That door was open and I took a peek inside. It was clear that this bedroom was occupied as well, probably by my grandpa or grandma and I remember her saying "your grandpa snores so much, that the entire forest will come down by the end of he night." I smiled at the thought. I'm sure one of the two must be sleeping here, as they can't share the bed if both want to sleep. The room had been tidied, but it still had a book on the nightstand, and I could see the fake teeth box and an empty drinking glass as well.
I closed the door on the guest room side and tested the lock. It worked fine, so I opened it again - we wouldn't want grandpa to run downstairs if nature calls in the middle of the night. As I returned to my room, I did the same with the door on my side: I tested the lock on my end and it worked fine. I opened the lock again and made my way downstairs.
A car came up the road. A Hummer. That must be cousin Ron, I thought. Ron was always happy to show off his overly large cars. He had acquired a damaged hummer, which the previous owner thought to be beyond repair. Ron however is a very skillful person, who knows how to restore cars. I had to hand it to Ron, as he approached I could see that the car looked as new. He had given it a white matte look. For some reason, the dust from the off-road drive over the past few miles did not accumulate. He told me later that it had a special coating that rejected water and dust, meaning, it naturally stayed cleaner than a regular paint.
By 11.30am, most of the family had arrived, except for uncle Tim and aunt Vi. My grandparents' house was a cacophony of hiiii's, ahhh's, good to see you's and how have you beens by now. Everyone was catching up as we were waiting for the last two to arrive.
Ten minutes later, a dust cloud came rushing through the countryside, which turned out to be Tim and Viv.
"Sorry sorry sorry!!!" aunt Vivian almost shouted, "We got pulled over and lost about half an hour of time and we had already left late. We got a speeding ticket by the way. $200 of wasted money!"
We all said our hi's and hello's and finally uncle Tim came over to me, saying "I've saved the best for last..." as he winked, pulled my body close to his, and hugged me tightly. One of his hands was rubbing up and down my back, as he let his hand go down quite far, onto the top of my ass.
"How have you been angel?" he asked, as his hand moved up between my shoulders again.
"Why good, thank you for asking uncle Tim," I said with a smile. Uncle Tim was my favorite uncle.
"How about you and aunt Viv?"
"We're both good, give or take..." he said with a weird expression on his face.
I noticed that aunt Viv also had a weird expression as she looked at us. I couldn't make any sense of it but that there must be some cracks in their marriage, or at least they would have had a very recent argument.
As he let go of me, his hands brushed the sides of my boobs, which I thought was an accident, so I didn't think too much of it. No one seemed to have noticed, and well... I guess... he didn't do it on purpose...
Then he leaned into me and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"Hi gorgeous... it's good to see you again." he said and turned away.
I was flabbergasted. Not only had he touched my ass, but he also touched the sides of my boobs and kissed me on my mouth.
Next he turned his head and said "Remember, if you need to practice kissing, give me a call."
He gave me a very disarming smile, winked at me and walked inside with aunt Viv, who gave him an elbow and I heard a grumpy and faint hissing: "Stop harassing her!"
Two of my fingers touched my lips and I left them there a bit too long I think, as mom came back out of the house and asked what was up.
"Oh nothing..." I said, thinking I wasn't sure.
I felt butterflies in my stomach. I had never been kissed by a man before, and uncle Tim's quick peck on my lips gave me mixed feelings. This was one of those reaffirming "I confirm that I still love you" kisses that you see in the movies.
But he did not have feelings for me did he?
I didn't have time to think about it much as Ron approached me and asked whether I wanted to see his car.
"Sure," I said, and followed him to his latest pride. For the next 20 minutes I let him do the talking as it was clear that he was very proud, and could not tell me enough about how he found and fixed the car, how he bought it cheap and how he would at least earn $20.000 with it, if he were to sell the car at an auction today.
As he was talking I kept nodding and "Uh..uh..."-ing but my mind occasionally drifted to my encounter with uncle Tim earlier. I have to admit that I did not hear everything Ron was saying as I realized uncle Tim's kiss actually made me feel nice.
Some of the women were setting the lunch table outside at the porch, at the very long table that could have us all seated. I walked into the house to help. As I came into the kitchen, I passed uncle Tim who was leaning in the doorframe and he gave me a light playful pat on my ass.
